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Italy lias given up lier scheme for
building $104,000,000 worth of war
ships. She had unfortunately over
looked the important fact that she
hadn't the price.
The average yield of wheat per
acre in France has been steadily in
creasing for seventy years, until now
it is one of the highest in the world.
There is a lesson in agriculture which
even the United States might heed
with profit.
Steadily American ideas of liberty
are invading the sacred precincts of
Great Britain. Mill cqjeratives in
Lancashire, England, struck because
they were not permitted to shut up
shop and attend the Bar num. circus,
which is touring Great Britain.
Hundreds of American farmers are
gettiug good interest on the value of
their farms, simply because they lo
cated near a large town where real es
tate had a chance to increase in price,
says the American Agriculturist. High
taxes eat up a good part of the profits,
but still if the town grows fast, the
owner of the farm often grows
wealthy. Increase in land value is a
legitimate part of a farmer's profits,
but nobody should buy a farm wh eh
will not pay its own way by straight
farming, whether real estate goes up
or down.
By the launching of the new battle
ship Illinois one of the five warships
of the same displacement of 11,525
tons is pluced in the water, to be fol
lowed by the Wisconsin, there having
been already launched the Kearsarge,
the Kentucky and the Alabama. The
Illinois exceeds the lowa by some
scores of tons, and the Indiana, Mas
sachusetts and Oregon by over 1200
tons. The armor of the Illinois will
not be quite as thick as that of our
first three battleships, but it will be
of better quality and of a greater re
sisting power. It will be seen, there
fore, that the Illinois forms a splen
did addition to the navy, and will add
materially to its efficiency.
A fire, with its consequences, in the
courthouse at Eastou, Md., recently,
furnishes a hint for the novelist or the
dramatist. To counteract the damp
ness in the vault of the probate court
an oil stove was lighted. It was neg
lected, with the result that fire was
communicated to some unfiled and un
recorded papers, which were charred
beyond recognition. One of these
papers was the will of a late resident
of St. Michael's, who, for reasons not
disclosed, had "cut off''his only child,
a daughter, with $lO, bequeathing
the bulk of his small estate to the
Methodist Episcopal church in his
village. By this accident of lire
the condition, according to the law,
was the same as if the St. Michael's
citizen had neglected to make a will,
and all of his property will revert to
his next of kin, the daughter, who is
traveling in the far West, as the rep
resentative of a commercial firm in
Baltimore. There is an uncle in the
case, who deposited the will in the
court, and who was by the will, made
neir to the favorite h rse of the de
ceased. This uncle can eas ly be con
verted by the novelist into a wicked
and scheming relative, the modest es
tate can he multiplied many fold, the
quality of attractiveness can be given
to the daughter, the once necessary
honest wooing can be added, and the
book is ready for the publisher.
A Temple of Serpent*.
The email town of Werda, In the
kingdom of Dahomey, is celebrated for
its temple of serpents, a long building
In which the priests keep upwards of
1.000 serpents of all eizes, which they
feed with birds and frogs brought to
them as offerings by the natives.
Eti.y Work.
"We've got to economize, Maud."
eald Henry. "It's absolutely neces
sary." "Very well," returned Maud.
"I shall give up your cigars." "And
I will do without your fall bonnet,"
■aid Henry.—Harper's Bazgy.
THE LITTLE DINNER PAIL.
Tn morning gray, along the street,
I hear the trump of many feet,
And hear the friendly hail,
••Good morning, Johnl" "Good morning,
Bill!"
As on they trudge to shop or mill,
With little dinner pall.
With little dinner palU they go.
Through mud and ruin, through slush and
snow,
Wearing in manly way-
Wearing as King wears kingly crown,
The toilers' garb of blue or brown;
For very kings are they.
I TIM'S INITIATIVE. 1
By WILLUM A. LEAIIV.
ARTNEK and my-
H se " c (° u '( tkiuk we
fj ,8 shall need you af
eSSs H ter 'o-night, Titn-
SjAI U othy."
■ The blow had
C"" eu "t ' as t- J-'ira
* u tact, front "the
wm moment Lawyer
gSt ]j /J Dodd had ve -
m kA' marked to '.his
F / partner, "Well
we'll try him any
way," Tim had
known he would not suit; aud
time had only confirmed him iu this
conviction.
The lawyers were so sharp and
quick; their errands full of strange
terms, hard to remember, and de
spatchedto Btrauge places, hard to find.
Aud when he was left alone in the of
fice, and other lawyers came in, all
quick and sharp, like his employers,
how confused he grew!
How he blundered at the telephone!
How he always failed to say the right
thiugto the clients! How he hit upon
the utterly wrong thing to say to the
judge one day, aud saw Mr. Dodd slap
his long yellow envelope on the desk
and swing his chair around 'and look
at him, as much as to say, "You born
dunce!"
"You don't seem to take hold as we
would like to have you," explained
Mr. Dodd, counting out two two-dol
lar hills, n dollar over Tim's usual
week's pay, but the last that he was
to receive from this employer—tho
last, perhaps, he was ever to receive
from anybody, he thought, as he shut
tled disconsolately down the stairs.
It was a sad story to tell to his
mother; though, of course, being his
mother, she would be easier than any
one else.
"Well, it's too bad, 'Timmie, losing
your very first place, but I suppose
you can look around for auother one."
"Oh, yes," replied Tim, choking up
at her sympathy. But when he went
to his own room and looked out of the
window, it really did not seem any use.
It was the recommendation from his
grammar school that got him this placo;
but now he hadn't any recommenda
tion. Aud who would take a dis
charged office-boy?
However, next morning he faithfully
copied out all the "Boy Wanted" ad
vertisements iu the Sunday paper, aud
on Monday started out early to try his
luck. At noon he came home discour
aged; at supper-timo he had no ap
petite at all.
Sometimes the place had just been
taken by another boy. The "Help
Wanted" column had many readers, it
oeemed. Sometimes a bigger boy
than Tim was wanted, aud how Tim
wished he was tall! Sometimes it was
n smaller boy, aud Tim regretted his
long trousers.
Sometimes the faces of the women
clerks, looking sidewise from their
desks at the candidate for Harry's or
Charley's position, froze his courage
completely. His voice sank low, and
he grew in his own esteem twice as
shabby and buinbio as he really was.
Then he saw clouds of doubt gather
ing on the face of the manager or
floor-walker, and heard him conclude
the examination with a bluut "You
won't do;" or, perhaps, the more
evasive "Well, I thiuk we'll make
other arrangements;" or, gentlest of
all, but knelling with no less certainty
tho doom of his modest application,
"Leave me your address, so that if
we should want you we shall know
where to send."
Two weeks of constant rejection
sappe.l Tim's hope most lamentably.
He dreaded to turn au office door
knob. He began to look upon em
ployers as a class apart from other
men, of stern, inquisitorial temper
aud disposition that could not be
pleased.
"It's too bad we haven't some
friend who could get you a place,
Timmie," laid his mother. That was
just what Tim had been thinking,
himself. Naturally, he aud his mother
had certain traits iu common. "But
I can't thiuk of any; so you'll keep ou
trying, like a good boy, won't you?"
"Oh, yes," replied Tim, "I'll keep
ou trying."
But two months went by, and ho
hadn't energy enough left for n real,
hearty try. To bo sure, he dreamed
every night of golden strokes of for
tune, and usually started toward town
in the morning determined to "do
somethiug, anyway." But even this
vague determination oozed away after
he had crossed his threshold; and the
upshot of every journey was a random
saunter through the streets, with his
hands iu his pockets and a far-away,
desolate look in his eyes.
Now and then he would stop at a
store window with a sudden jerk,
then turn aside after a short survey,
move ou to the next corner and halt a
minute before he decided whether to
proceed to the right or to the left. He
Who, brave of soul, with cheerful faca,
Are faithful in the lowest place
That Duty calls them to;
, Who for the home, the weans, the wife,
Grow gray with care and stern with
strife,
Keeping their heart-beats true.
Such men—God Vla**"Thom! cities need—
i Men great in thought and strong in
deed,
Knowing no word like "fail;"
Then doll* your hat what time you meet
The man who carries down the street
Tho little dinner pail.
—Mr9. M. I*. A. C'rozier, In the Voice.
ran to all the tires. He stood in lino
with the crowd on the curbstono to
wntob the procession. Ho idled into
the reading-room of thepublic library;
everywhere an easily recognizable
picture of irresolution and failure.
One cveuiug, as Tim came home,
tired, despondent and a little sulky,
be met Nelly at the gate. This was
no nnusual occurrence, as Nelly lived
next door aud their families used the
same passageway.
Now Nelly was as brisk a girl as
ever swung n broom, which was just
her occupation this evening. She hail
tho gift of making things and people
go lier way. Tho babies, no matter
liow many, could not override her for
a minute; aud arms akimbo, with a
stamp of her foot, she could scare
the surliest prowler from her yard.
Moreover, unlike Tim, she liked to
talk to people, to push ont into the
world and expand her knowledge and
experience.
With these qualities, she made an
excellent housekeeper for her father,
and although barely sixteen, assumed
capably the place of the mother who
was gone.
Her sleeves were rolled tip to the
elbows; her eyes were on Mamie and
Eddie, straying a little too far up the
street; aud the open house-door showed
that she had left some unfinished task
behind her.
"Hello," she said, as the wanderer
shambled in.
"Hello, Nelly." He saw that her
eyes were fixed on him critically, and
felt that ho was not altogether fit for
inspection.
"Aren't you working yet, Tim?"
Now this question, when put by
anybody else than, of course, his
mother, was iu Tim's sensitive ears a
thrust, a veiled innuendo, an unfavor
able verdict, But he and Nelly had
for a long lime made friendly eyes at
each other and exchanged intimate
confidences. For, if Tim was nnfor
unate, he was also, according to the
standard of that neighborhood, dis
tinctly "nice." So Nelly's voice had
a ring of sympathy iu it, which relieved
tho harshness of this most embarrass
ing question.
"No," said Tim, "not yet."
"Why can't yon get a place, Tim?"
"I don't know," lie answered, With
a sickly little smile. "I wish I could."
"I guess you try hard enough."
"Oh, yes, I've tried." Tim was
truthful. He put his statement in the
present perfect teuso. "But it's pretty
hard."
"Other fellows get jobs. There's
Jack White, ouly graduated with you,
aud he's clerk ill u dry-goods store."
"Yes, hut Jack White's a fine
writer, aud I'm no good at writing."
"Well, there's Walter Oraig works
iu a meat-shop."
"Yes, I know. He got tho place I
was going to get. His big brother
goes with the mau that started the
store and "
"Oh, well, there are lots of other
places. Don't you ever see any
chances?"
"Ye-es," replied Tim, slowly.
"Yesterday I went in to get a place,
but the man asked me if I oould make
change, aud I never made change "
"But you could! Of course you
could 1 Aud you've got to make thein
: think so. Spunk up to anybody,
i That's the way to get along. Why
\ don't you try selling papers?"
j "Oh, I'm too old to sell papers."
"You aren't as old as the Martin
! boy."
j "Oh, well, bo always sold papers."
Nelly (licked some dust off the
wooden gate. "I know what I'd do.
I'd get a wagon aud peddle."
"Oh, people wouldn't buy anything
j of a boy like me."
| "Nonsense! You went round with
Dineen last summer, and everybody
J said you hollered fine."
Determined as he was to deuy him
solf every imaginable virtue, Tim
| could not contradict Nelly's last as
sertion. His voice was famous, both
! for power and quality, although, curi
! onsly enough, when he tried to sny
!he simple words, "I saw iu the papers
this morning that you w-wauted a
! b-b-boy," it could sink to the feeblest,
huskiest whisper that any employer
ever heard from au applicant.
"Anyway, I haven't any wagon or
anything," protested Tim, more fertile
iu imagining obstacles than expedients.
"That wouldn't cost much," said
j Nelly, a little doubtfully, because the
; price of wagons was beyond her range.
"How much do you have to pay for a
horse?"
"Ten dollars. That's what Dineon
: paid for his."
| "And a wagon—a second-hand one,
I mean?"
"Oh, I don't know anybody that
I has one to sell."
"Well, if I was a boy, I'd make
one," said Nelly, sharply, and when
Tim looked ill her eyes this time, he
saw that they were not quifco like his
| mother's after all. They were sym
i pathetic, but they also seemed to be
examining him, probing him, just like
the eyes of those terrible managers anil
floor-walkers and employers.
"Where's Dineen's wagon? Ho isn't
peddling this year," said Nelly.
"Oh, I forgot that. But that's all—
old and—kinder—"
"Couldn't you paint it up?"
Oh, I'm no good at painting."
"You're too—too bashful to live,
Timmio Tighe. You just want some
body to plant yon in a chair, and put
a pen in your hand, aud tell you what
to write, aud you'll write it. But they
never will; and you'll go to the bad,
if you don't look out. That's what
you'll do."
"Oh, no, I won't do that, Nelly."
"I wish I was a boy."
"Besides"—the idea of the ped
dler's wagon haunted Tim strangely—
"l'd havo to have n license, anyway."
"What of it?"
"Where'd I get the money?"
"Your mother has some. She could
set you up. You could get a license
easily enough, and a wagon, too, and
a horse, anil stock, and everything, if
you weren't such a—great big baby."
Tim looked up once more in Nelly's
eyes. Now Nelly was not a queen or
a heroine of any sort. But the fire
which she flashed forth at that mo
ment was tho very inspiration which
has urged kings and conquerers to
their greatest achievements—some of
them no more adventurous in the be
ginning than our halting friend, Tim
Tighe. Tim read it correctly. Ho
saw fate in those eyes; he saw initia
tive. They said "Must;" they said
"Will;" they refused with scorn to ac
cept any paltering negative like
"Can't."
A week later he announced casually
to Nelly that he had bought Dineen's
old horse aud wagon; and the look in
the eyes was friendly once more. It
had been hard work to persuade his
mother to advance so much money;
but if a boy cannot persuade his own
mother, what hope has he of moving
the world outside?
Tim's first investment was a stock
of blueberries. Columbus, journey
ing westward, in momentary peril of
falling over the brink of the world;
Nansen, pushing north, nearer and
nearer to the pole, but farther and
farther from kin and succor—neither
of these heroes could have felt more
venturesome than Tim Tighe, daring
to drive his newly-painted wagon
through strange city streets, and to
send into tho cold ears of residents
and passing pedestrians that loud
clamor of his:
"Blueberries—all ripe--throe quarts
for a quarter 1"
The firnt time ho shonted, the sound
of his own voice startled him; he
seemed to hear the words thrown back
in derision. But "Willy, Nelly's ten
year-old brother, who sat on the wagon,
seat to "mind the team," seconded
his effort with such a shrill, cherry
chirp. "Yeer they are—blueberries
—all ripe!" that Tim felt ashamed of
his timidity.
Tliuy had resolved to experiment in
a distant quarter of the city. For fully
fifteen minutes their cries were un
answered; but at last a neat old lady
called Tim to hor doorstep, inspected
his berries, and ordered three quarts.
That three-quart order was the mak
ing of a man. Tim did not sweep tho
berries off level with the top of his
measure. Far from itl They rose in
a great mound from the middle of the
box, and when he turned them into
the lady's brown earthenware dish,
they actually spilled over at the sides.
He counted out the change in his
left hand with a new feeling of im
portance; and the very horse started
with exoitement when ho tossed the
measure back into the wagon and sang
out boldly, with florid variations of
his tune:
"Nice ripe blueberries yeer—three
quarts for a quarter!"
At dusk, one great box of berries
was empty and another well hallowed
in tho middle; "Willy was hoarse, and
Tim, who did the walking, was tired;
but his pockets were heavy with sil
ver, which he jingled for Nelly's sat
isfaction—she happened to be at the
gate again—and counted out on the
table for his delighted mother.
Next evening the return was larger.
Gradually the customers began to
watch for him and he for them. His
cry was a warning signal which in
quiet quarters could be hard a block
away. It distinguished itself sharply
from other peddlers' cries. Keally it
was like a song, compared with theirs.
Perhays that was why the nice old
ladies called him so often to their
doorsteps. His being a boy did not
seem to deter them in the least.
For a week he did not venture to
peddle in his own neighborhood. But
one evening, as he was driving home,
a stray customer tempted him, aud his
call was heard by some schoolboy ac
quaintances, whose_ curiosity was
aroused.
"Hello, Tim! Where's Dineen?"
"This isn't Dineen's team."
"Whose is it?"
"Mine."
The others raised their elbows be
fore their faces, whioh, being in
terpreted, meant. "Get out."
"It is, too!" said Willy, on the
wagon-seat.
"Wliere did you get it?"
"His mother bought it," said Willy.
"Did she? Aw, you can't jolly usl"
"I ain't trying to."
"Gee! You've got the cheek!"
A week before Tim would have
wilted at this contempt. Now, his
views had changed; he knew it was a
compliment. It was their way of
saying he was enterprising.
The period of his awakeuing was
vacation time, one year ago. This
summer Tim's stock includes all
j kinds of fruits and vegetables in their
season. If you should see him, reach
ing over the tail-board to fill a peck
| measure with tomatoes, you would
| hardly recognize the desolate eaup
! terer who used to stop so often at the
j store windows. Watching him ex
pand the "orbic flex" of his mouth to
emit the full fortissimo of his splendid
lungs, you would not believe that he
eould ever say, "I s-saw your adver
tisement for a b-boy," in such a half,
inaudible whisper that the employer
quite mechanically doubled the volume
of his own stentorian "What!"
His whole air is fearless and pros
perous. The very horse realizes a
change. The mere way in which Tim
shouts, "Get up!" or snuggles down
a loose end of the blauket, or pulls
Dobbin's ears under the strap of tho
feed bag or hops up on the seat and
stands .there, shaking th,o reins, his
eyes alert in all directions for a cus
tomer, stamps him as an independent
proprietor.
To be sure, all he owns is a ped
dler s wagon; but it is well-painted,
not lopsided like some, aud as tidy on
top as any fruiterer's stall. Anil
though Tim gives good measure, and
knows that it "pays," he has learned
that such wasteful generosity as that
with which he heaped the measure for
his first sale depresses his bank ac
count.
The other day he met Mr. Doild,
the lawyer, ou the street, aud the two
had a chat of several minutes, at the
end of which Tim politely but firmly
dismissed his old employer in order to
serve a customer.
Of course there's nothing he would
not do for Nelly Gray. Their good
understanding continues. In fact
they meetevery morning aud evening.
But Nelly hns grown singularly shy
lately. If anything happens between
them, it will have to be Tim who takes
the initiative.—Y'outh's Companion.
A Tulltmianic ltlng,
A mysterious ring regarded as a
talisman is owned by the imperial
house of Ilohenzolleru. It belonged
to the Palatine Johann Licero, and is
deposited in the imperial treasury,
sealed up iu a packet, bearing the fol
lowing inscription written by the
hand of King Frederick William IV.:
"I opened this packet in the presence
of my sister Louise to convince myself
of its contents. I then closed and
sealed it and returned it to Prince
Wittgenstein's safe keeping."
King Frederick 11., on ascending to
the throne, discovered a box contain
ing u ring set with a black stone. To
the ring a ticket was attached, written
by Frederick 1., which ran as follows:
"This ring was given to me by my
now sainted sovereign father on his
deathbed; with the remark that as
long as the ring remained in the pos
session of the house of Brandenburg
the dynasty would prosper aud iu
creaso." Emperor William 1., who |
instructed his master of the treasury i
as to the safe keeping of the ring, put j
no faith in its miraculous virtues, j
The ring had been shown to him by j
his sovereign brother aud it had also
been seen by bis consort and their j
son, Prince Frederick. The stone, as
far as he could remember, was not
black, but simply dark. His family,
be said, had for generations set great
store by it, and thero was no reason
for exposing it to the light, seeing it
was securely sealed.—Chicago liec
ord.
Letter Delivery in Cuba.
What woulil be thought iu the
United States if a city of nearly 300,-
000 inhabitants bad no public letter
delivery system? Yet such is the case
in Cuba. There is a sort of delivery
which requires the recipient of the
letter to pay the carrier in addition to
the postage; but the system is not in
general use. The pogtoffice building
is as old as the memory of man run
neth, aud modern facilities for hand
ling the mails are conspicuously ab
sent. Box rent is "away up in the
pictures," and a small box that would
cost about $0 a year iu the "States"
brings here S4B a year in gold. This
isjnot a lock box, either. The post
oftico is iu an out-of-the-way place
and smells of the mold of years.
Havana needs a new building, with all
the late improvements and a system
of delivery like that of the United
States. Those who can do so send
their letters now to the steamer Mas
cotie and mail them with Uncle Sam's
reptseutative, but this is an expen
sive process, requiring the hiring of a
boat-for each mail. The operation of
the postoflice by the United States in
tho near future is one of the dreams
of the American in Ilavaua.—St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.
Went Up on HI. Kite-
William M. Olive is the name of an
Emporia man who just now is at home
ou a furlough from tho United States
Signal Corps. Mr. Olive secured his
place in this branch of the service be
cause ho was able to go high in the
air and keep his head while stringing
ropes nnd wires. Before joining the
army he was a professional steeple
climber. He has worked on the high
est domes and steeples in the United
States, including the dome of the Na
tional Capitol and the dome of the
Kansas State House. A year ago he
flew a kite across the steeple of the
Emporia College and used the string
to carry up larger aud larger cords
until he made one fast that would bear
his weight. Then he mounted to the
very top.—Kansas City Journal.
Factorlo* Without Chimneys.
To horseless carriages and smoke
less powder add ohimneyless factories
as the newest in nomenclature. Here
tofore it has been necessary in order
to secure plenty of draft for a fur
nace to build an immeusely tali chim
ney. Now it is found that instead of
pulling the draft by a chimney you
can push it from below with a fan. A
plant running three boilers of 2GO
horse-power tried this experiment with
a fan whose wheel had a diameter of
fl iy-four inches. The draft was so
in alh bettered that the firm saved
nearly SIOOO a year by using' a cheap
er grade of coal. —New York World,
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS.
Novelty In Sofa Cushions.
The sofa cushion has become as
much a part of tho home wardrobe as
the shirt waist is of the persona)
outfit, and every season new styles of
cushions are exhibited, putting the
seal of disapproval on those we have
and tempting us to replace the worn
out ones with those on which fashion
smiles.
The newest cushion to-day is the
one whoso cover is made of the famous
canvas work in cross stitch. The
beauty of this cross stitch work is in
its possibilities of infinite gradations
of color; with an intricate design one
can use ten or fifteen shades of the
worsteds. The pillow is finished with
a ruffle combining two or three rows
of inch wide ribbon of the shades em
ployed in tho canvas work, stitched
together or embroidered with her
ringbone or buttonhole.—New fork
Herald.
Iluting Good Ventilation.
The poets' "melancholy days have
come," and with them the season for
starting the furnace, that foe to all
plant life. The writer is a thorough
believer in that form of house-heating,
but it must be said that the ordinary
furnace-heated house is a bad place in
which to grow plants. The air seems
to have had all the dampness removed,
and that moist condition so conducive
to a good growth in plants is not found.
This may in a measure be overcome by
means of evaporation, which, while
not supplying a great amount of moist
ure, should do something toward re
lieving tho bad condition of she at
mosphere.
Place jars or pans of water in,
around or about the furnace, hang
buckets of water down inside the furn
ace pipes below the registers, or place
them anywhere hat rapid evaporation
may be induced.
Keep all the plants in light, airy
locations, but away from drafts. Never
consign a well-grown specimen palm
to a corner of the room, though it may
look better there. Its boautiful ap
pearance will last a short time only in
the dark, close place. It may seem
strange to some, but the very best
place in tho houso, if tho temperature
can there be maintained at au even
point, is the kitchen, because of the
constant evaporation of water as it
puffs forth from tho spout of the tea
kettle.—Woman's Home Companion.
Curing For the Piano.
It is well to sometimes rub the wires
gently with chamois or a llannel cloth,
and to pass a soft muslin over the
sounding board by meaus of a slender
point which will slip between the wires
and engage the cloth, which may then
be carefully moved over tho surface,
taking off the dust. A steel crochet
hook or a stout kuittiug needle will
answer tho purpose.
It is advisable to keep a little cam
phor gum inside the case, for if the
moth miller has been attracted by tho
felt used iu various parts, it will serve
as a meaus of protection against tho
moth. Tho temperature of the room
should bo moderate, and as even
as may be. Extreme heat that is
drying should always bo avoided, as
when n piano stands, as is often the
case, too near a stove, a register or a
grate fire. An instrument should be
opened for a shore time each day; if it
is not much used this is especially de
sirable.
Often there nppears n sort of bloom
upon the case, or the wood looks dingy,
and seems to be in need of cleaning.
It is. however, very uncertain work to
to attempt to improve the fine finish
of a piano with polish, so much of
which is advertised as making a piano
look like new. Instead, the method
recommended and used by a profes
sional tuner is one that may be safely
tested, with the certainty that it will
not bo the means of gathering addi
tional dust, as oils aud polishes are
apt to do.
Take the finest toilet soap and luke
warm water, aud wash a little of the
piano at a time, as you would wash a
baby's dirty face, using a soft cloth,
such as Cauton flannel, working upou
a space not larger than your hand.
Wipe it off with clear water, aud rub
well with clean Canton flannel until it
is perfectly dry and well polished.
The fine soapsuds does not affect the
original finish iu the least, but simply
removes that which obscures it, and,
if rubbed absolutely dry, with a brisk
motion, the result is that the piauo is
cleaned and brightened.
Recipes.
Baked Pear Sauce—Cut peeled and
cored pears in quarters, and stir as
usual, adding sugar. Then put iu an
agate pie plate with the sauoe and
bake slowly half an hour. They have
a different flavor from either baked or
stewed.
Brunswick Stew—Cook n small part
of beef shank until nearly done, then
add peeled and quartered potatoes,
skinned and sliced ripe tomatoes,
small or quartered onions, salt, pop
per. This may be dished with the
meat in centre and vegetables around,
or cut the meat in pieces and serve 09
any stew.
Apple Puffets—Three eggs, one
pint of milk, a little salt and enough
flour to make a batter, and one and
one-half tablespoonfuls of baking pow
der. Fill the cups alternately with a
layer of the batter and then the apples
chopped flue. Steam one hour and
serve hot with sugar and cream. Any
other fruit may be used.
Italian Paste—ln one qtiavt of sweet
milk soak until pliable one-lialf pound
of macaroni, drain off the milk and
place the paste in a deep earthern dish.
To the milk, with enough more to
cover, add a teaspoouful of salt, two
well beaten eggs, a dessertspoonful of
sugar and pour on the paste. Orate
dry bits of cheese and sprinkle over
the paste one-half inch deep; bake
brown.
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same morning."
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